pedro moshood

Oh lord, I shall wait upon you my God;
In life and death my voice shall praise your name.
I can feel it though I can see you not
In the flowing stream, stormy sea and still mountains.
...

Their eyes are blinded against the print
On Babylon wall until Hitler's rebirth
To bring back the Nazis' law against the Jews,
But only the Maggie will see the stars ahead.
There I am without my path or theirs to take.
...

I never knew you thought of love the same way.
The plume apple juice is sour to the tongue,
So I have no feeling to share with you in the grave.
The early May roses shield off their leaves for us.
...

My mama, sweet mother.
Your womb is like Roman fortress
For the African future stars.
My mama, sweet mother,
...

I have heard the whisper of warfare
And imagine teenage hands on the barrel,
Though I have not step a foot on the dying field.
...

I'm eating a palm-nut
Like the head of your past love.
Soul mate, don't call me a cannibal,
I'm like my creator without a rival,
...

(Masculine mouth must drip like honeycomb
In the empty hollow of women's heart)
...

O sun, hide me from her seductive brow,
I am an angel from altItude watching insidious clay
Moulded in Eve shape, polish with feminine nouns.
I wish I could keep the feelings before it was late.
...

I have been acquainted with death,
Accompanying my uncle to his funeral parlor
Where i had seen bodies like still life artwork.

I've seen the funeral of many littered flock
...

The hamlet is peopled with many-headed elements-
Various tribes and dialect:
Take a caution and mind your business
Without regards to the passing neighbors.
...

At sunset culprits' crimson shower
painted the Afrognistic grove.
The herald clarion reverberated-
...

Dripdrop like Noah's flood drumming the roof sheet;
The crystal streetlamp stood lonely like city moon,
A cloud of dedicated moths would woo the goddess,
The Helen of Troy, to amuse passersby with worship pride.
...

The little winter bathed
the earth with frosty dawn
As the peasant left the field
and left their spade behind.
...

With her supple tarn body,
Her tongue locked within lisping lips,
Absorbed in a train of Afro-music
Rendered from Orpheus lyrical prowess
...

It flutters it's beaming wings
To seek its nest upon the mahogany.
Why not it nest elsewhere except
This rare and durable tree, I wondered?
...

Each bird of prey sat lonely on a seat close to the wall,
Deducing and watching each fish with cup of beers in their hands.
Cunningly they caress the lips with their thumb
Fingers,
...

The hen warned the chick
Not to go to pit to feed
It turned a deaf hear
...

When I was very young I dreamed of having a Unicon
Even though mother can't buy a bicycle seat.
I dreamed of being a wing horse and cluster in constellation,
Although our local heroes can weed hectare
...

We hardly valued the worth of gold
when we cracked palm-nut shells with stones
or when we placed pitchers on aching heads
and trekked miles with these to the village stream.
...

Give me a flower,
I shall tend and treasure
It like my heart, honey.
...